[b]Damien let out a low sigh, shaking his head as he watched the bouncy ball roll away.[/b] [i]"Eh... I got more... Probably."[/i] [b]He returns his attention back to the woman, folding his arm.[/b] [i]"So I guess that leaves the big question. What's your name?"[/i] [b]He asks, his sensor feed incredibly overwhelming just form the outside of his helmet. So much information would easily distract and annoy a regular person, but Damien seemed relatively calm.[/b]

"Ao," [i]The woman replied halfheartedly, looking at Damien from behind her glasses.[/i] "You?" [i]She asked courteously.[/i]

[i]"Well... I have many names, but the top two are Damien or Judge... Pick your poison."[/i] [b]He chuckles, his helmet releasing out a burst of pressure as it begins to retract, the glass unfolding as Damien takes shape.[/b] [i]"So, howdy."[/i] [b]He says with an amused blink, his real voice much more cool and collected.[/b] [b]Before her was a man, about mid thirties with spiked up blonde hair, and somewhat tanned skin. He had strange yellow eyes that turned to slits like a cat's, scanning her over. But his most striking feature was his lower metal jaw with sharpened teeth. It was held in place by two clamps that ran up his lower cheeks and disappeared down his neck. He was decently attractive... But he wasn't something that stood out... Rather, his strange personality was his most endearing feature.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/mZui5GQ[/spoiler] [b]Quickly running a hand through his hair he pushed a few blonde locks over the bio sensor that sat right about his right temple, a device made up of three black bolts and some internal wiring... mostly to keep away the pain from his body trying to accept his augments.[/b] [i]"You smoke...?"[/i] [b]He suddenly asks, using his free hand to pull a small cardboard box from his belt, a blue line across an opening that encased the hard paper.[/b]

"Strange question," [i]The woman murmured. She shrugged, absentmindedly twirling her light brown, shoulder-length ponytail.[/i] "Do I [i]look[/i] like I smoke?" [i]She appeared fifteen, even though she was well old enough to smoke. However she never got into it, as people at the local pharmacies never believed that she was, indeed, over eighteen. Amusement was clear in her bright, green eyes, and the corner of her thin lips suddenly curved up slightly. She shrugged, putting her slender, violinist's fingers into the small pockets of her faded skinny jeans, which had tears in various areas. She didn't mind a smoker, but she'd never do it herself.[/i]

[i]"Guess not..."[/i] [b]He says simply, placing the butt-end of the cigarette teetered his upper lip and lower metal jaw, lighting by snapping his fingers until a small flame sat on the tip of his right index finger. He let the flame linger over the combustible paper for a moment, a puff of smoke eventually escaping his mouth.[/b] [i]"So, I'll be upfront, as that is one of my greatest qualities... What is it you do around here? Fighting? Medical staffing? Or do you just really like sitting?"[/i] [b]He questions, an eyebrow raising as his attention drifts to the rim of her glasses...[/b]

"Eh," [i]The woman shrugged, her thick glasses reflecting the sunlight into Damien's eyes. The bridge of her glasses was duct taped together, obviously having been snapped before.[/i] "Entertainer," [i]She said after thinking for a moment.[/i] "Y'know, playing violin at feasts, and whatnot. What about you?" [i]She asked Damien.[/i]

[i]"Oooh. Well... It's sorta complicated..."[/i] [b]He rubs that back of his head with a sheepish smile and slight blush. He hadn't been anticipating a reflected question. Damien wasn't the best socialite... or at least, one to predict how a conversation would go.[/b] [i]"I guess that shortest answer would be part time Weapon and Medical Professor and part time Pirate... Second life kinda thing."[/i] [b]He shrugs and pulls a small card from a pocket in his camo pants, the surface electronic, showing an ID and picture of Damien.[/b] [i]"Well, I won't take up more of your time, but it was a pleasure, maître joueur de violon."[/i] [b]With a mock bow, Damien extends the card to Ao.[/b]

"Likewise," [i]Ao murmured, taking the card, unsure of how to respond. Use alchemy to make a card of her own? She grabbed a rock, and concentrated. The rock began to transmute, until it became a white card, with a picture of Ao, her contact information, and whatnot. She smiled, sweat dribbling down from her forehead from the effort, holding it out.[/i]